Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Index,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.